Whispers of Transformation

Silence grows within, expanding coveting the inner soul. Masking, cultivating, manipulating the inner mold. The deafening sound of ignorance around you fade from the silent Grove. But the vine yard of the virgin daughter of Bliss consumes the already broken heart and shatters it with a kiss. Poisoned from the lake of sorrow he continuously drinks. An uncontrollable urge to continuously overthink. It comes and it goes like throbbing pain. Like the wind when it blows in the pouring rain. But it Whispers chieftain in the Wind when I hear him say transform. Be not afraid of your courage to go beyond man's norm